I laugh because she isn’t being bold and sexy. She’s playing tug of war. “No competition though, right?”
“That’s not competing. It’s stating a fact.”
“You can fuck me when I tell you to fuck me.”
She laughs. “You’re competitive.”
“And I always win.”
“Not with me.”
“Interesting,” I say, damn glad I didn’t just fuck her hard and fast. I’m going to enjoy this tug of war she’s playing. And I’m going to make sure she not only enjoys it, but that she wants more. “Come with me,” I say, releasing her and starting to walk toward the bedroom. My tug. Her war.